Do you have old, messed up silverware? Do your spoons have disposal edge?
Here’s one last poem for National Poetry Month. April sure whizzed by, didn’t it?
Once again, I have a video from 1999, practicing for a poetry reading. The poem “Disposal Edge” starts at the 1:58 mark.
Sometimes little things grind on my nerves,
like most of our spoons have disposal edge.
“Check the disposal before turning it on,”
I tell my girls.
“We do,” they say, but the spoons speak
I worry that my youngest will cut her mouth.
For years we had a crooked fork,
its tines bent and distorted.
If the kids set it at my place,
I would flip.
My husband chuckled and set me up
again and again
until the day I threw that forsaken fork away.
My friend’s husband died yesterday,
her pain so sharp, it cuts through her very core.
She’s left with a houseful of kids
and a heart full of sorrow.
Sort of puts bent forks and disposal edge spoons
To read more poems from recent blog posts:
What are your thoughts? Do you ever forget to check the garbage disposal for silverware or other objects before turning it on? Does it make you cringe? Do minor things like bent forks ever bug you? I’d love to hear from you!
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